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Epilogue

© Alfred Noyes

All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.

Yes! let His place be there!
Where the lone moorland gazes on the sea,
Not in the squalid street nor pompous square:
So that he again may be
From contamination free,
His pedestal the plain, his canopy the air!

Sleep Teases A Man

© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms

Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated.

The March O' Man

© Edgar Albert Guest

Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.

The Eagle and the Dove

© William Wordsworth

SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits love
The cause they fought for in their earthly home
To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove
May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.

I Like Canadians

© Ernest Hemingway

By A Foreigner

I like Canadians.

225. SongOf a the Airts the Wind can Blaw

© Robert Burns

OF 1 a the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonie lassie lives,
The lassie I loe best:

Sonnet XXXV: If I Leave All for Thee

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

And be all to me? Shall I never miss

300. Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland

© Robert Burns

WHAT needs this din about the town o Lonon,
How this new play an that new sang is comin?
Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?
Does nonsense mend, like brandy, when imported?

The Boatswains Song

© Caroline Norton

A CHEER to keep our hearts up,
A cup to drown our tears,
And we'll talk of those who perished,
Our mates in former years.

Two Christmas Eves

© Edith Nesbit

Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!

The Ballad of the White Horse

Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?

A Mother In Egypt

"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."

Alexander By Thebes

I think, the king was fierce, though young,
When he proclaimed, "Youll level Thebes with ground."
And the old chief perceived this city proud,
Hed seen in times that are in sagas sung.

261. The Wounded Hare

© Robert Burns

INHUMAN man! curse on thy barbrous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!